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“You’re right. I am kind of amazing,” she says, lifting her chin and sashaying past me to the couch, where five bags of clothes my shopper purchased and dropped off are waiting. “Holy crap, you know I only wear one outfit at a time, right? And usually just one per day,” she calls out from the living room.
I grin and join her, gathering the bags and nodding toward the room she stayed in last night. “And now you have options. Go ahead and pick out your favorite while I make coffee.”
Clementine furrows her brow. Her green eyes dart from the bags of clothes to my face, then back to the clothes. I worry for a moment that this is too much, but then my girl giggles, grabs the bags from my hands, and races down the hall to try them all on.
Thirty minutes later, we’ve had coffee and scones, and we’re on our way to Clementine’s first stop, Bergman’s Boutique on 5th. They sell many things, so I’m told, from ball gowns to diamond-encrusted napkin holders. Apparently, we’re renting several decorative items for the table centerpieces.
I don’t care what the hell we’re doing as long as I’m with Clementine. Looking over at her now, I can’t stop my eyes from lingering on the slight cleavage peeking from her blouse. I had my personal shopper pick out some casual pants and tops, as well as more professional attire. The majority of the clothing items, however, were Christmas-themed.
My girl chose a dark green blouse with hand-stitched snowflakes on the sleeves and collar. Her skirt is red and green plaid, and she finished the look with black tights with more snowflakes to match her shirt.
“This is the place!” Clementine announces, pointing at a storefront with an immaculate golden sign.
I pull over, finding a spot to park on the crowded streets. Usually, I’d have a driver, but I want my woman all to myself today.
We walk in, and Clementine is all business. She’s bright and cheery, of course, but I’ve never seen her in action while working. Well, except for when she was trying to get my opinion on something, but I imagine most of the people she works with aren’t as difficult as I am.
I hang back while she does her thing and find myself wandering the aisles of gowns and fancy dresses. I doubt my woman has anything like this, and I suddenly have the need to provide it for her. I want her to have everything, including a glittery dress that sparkles almost as much as she does.
I somehow sense her nearby, and I look up, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous features and soft, wistful smile. Clementine is halfway down the next aisle, her hand reaching toward one of the gowns with a bodice covered in black sequins. The skirt of the dress is made of lace and taffeta, giving it the perfect Disney princess shape.
Clementine finds the price tag and immediately stops touching the dress as if she might ruin it and have to pay full price. Good thing that’s exactly what I plan to do. Once I have a little fun, first.
“Hey, beautiful,” I say as I walk up behind her.
“Hey.” She gives me the cutest little smile.
“I want to show you something over here.” I take her hand and guide her to the back of the store, where the dressing rooms are.
She lifts an eyebrow in question but follows me until I open one of the doors and lead her inside. “What are–”
Before she can finish her question, I press her against the closed door of the dressing room and devour her lips. I slide my hands up and down her curves, gripping her juicy ass and helping her roll her hips against me.
“God, Clementine,” I rasp, nearly out of breath. I can’t keep my hands off her, and I don’t want to. “Need to taste you.”
I sound like a feral beast and worry for a second I’m coming on too strong. But then Clementine grips my hair and angles my head to kiss me. Goddamn, the woman knows how to drive me insane with that mouth of hers. I can’t wait to feel her hot little tongue lapping at my dick.
I kiss her until we’re both breathless. “Are you with me, Clementine?” I ask once I can speak again.
“You’re going to… to… right here?”
I grin at the fact that she can’t put into words what we’re going to do. But not here. Not that, anyway. “Baby, I’m not going fuck you in this dressing room, however much I really,reallywant to. But I need to taste you, Clementine.”
“T-taste?” she asks, sincerely confused.
God, she’s so innocent. I love it.
Her cheeks flush a bright red, and her eyes widen. “Oh.Oh! No one’s ever, I mean, I haven’t ever…Wait, are you like for real right now?”
“Dead serious, beautiful. I want to taste that sweet pussy. I want your honey on my lips. I want my tongue buried deep inside your cunt when you come for me. Is that okay with you?”
I’ve never spoken like this to anyone, never had the desire to. Clementine seems to love it as much as I do, which makes my dick impossibly harder.
She nods slowly. “Yes, please.”
I chuckle darkly. “How can I deny you anything when you ask me so sweetly?”
Before she can respond, I drop to my knees, shove her skirt up her thighs, and pull down her tights. I can smell her arousal the closer I get to her core. I growl when I see her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs.
